“It’s not an exchange. I’m buying a dagger. And we’re going to have sex. That’s it.”
She nodded. “That’s it.”
That wasn’t it. Not by a long shot.
He was beautiful naked and she must be out of her damn mind for staring at him like a hungry teenager.
Was she really going to have sex with this guy she barely even knew, after he agreed to pay her a half million dollars? Yes, she was. She’d chosen celibacy these past years because it was simpler—no men to remind her of her father or of those enforcers. She didn’t want anyone degrading or controlling her ever again. Men had a tendency to do one, if not the other. She didn’t really know Steele, but what she did know was making a huge impact—no man had ever made her feel the way he did. And for her, in this moment, that was enough.
“Come here,” he said and grabbed her waist, pulling her up to his naked body.
His dick was long and thick and pressed eagerly against the bottom of her stomach. She was not only going to have sex with him, she was going to enjoy the hell out of it.
“These have to go,” she said and reached up to snatch the sunglasses from his eyes.
Just because she didn’t know anything about this guy didn’t mean she couldn’t at least see his eyes when they got down to the real business at hand. They were closed when she removed the glasses and tossed them onto the table beside her bed. For a moment she was alarmed, thinking maybe he had prosthetics like Cree did in the one eye. But that was impossible, she was certain Steele had good vision, even something like night vision since he always seemed to show up when it was darkest outside or even in her room tonight where she still hadn’t turned on a lamp.
He opened them slowly, revealing what she thought might be root-beer colored irises, but she wasn’t totally sure. It didn’t matter, she liked them.
“And this.”
She reached around and pulled the band from his hair free, running her fingers along the soft locks with a gentleness, as if she were touching pure gold.
“This has to go,” he said, mimicking her tone.
He ripped the nightshirt off her with a few strategic tears before it fell to the floor. Her panties were next.
“I’m adding that to your bill,” she said breathlessly.
He smiled. It was quick and landed a punch to her chest with its intensity.
“Condoms,” she said before she lost the last pieces of sense she had being around him.
“I’m clean,” he answered, but looked like he wanted to say something else.
She nodded, but there was nothing he could say that would change her stance on this. “So am I. But no suit, no sex.”
When he didn’t move she leaned over to the bedside table. “Here. I’ll help you out.”
He stepped back from her and said, “Put it on.”
She shrugged, because while she hadn’t done this part often, she could certainly put a condom on a dick so long and thick that her mouth watered to taste it. Pushing that thought out of her mind, she ripped the package open, and eased the latex down his length. She smoothed her hand over it one time to assure herself of its snug fit, and a second time just because she liked the feel of him in her hands.
His hands went to her breasts, cupping both as if he were weighing them, then squeezing until she moaned. If she were thinking of something witty to say the words completely slipped her mind the second he began to move lower. His lips touched each nipple, a light teasing touch that made her want to squirm or grab the back of his head and push his face in for more. Turning to the side, he rubbed her nipples over the stubble on his jaw, and the friction was like lightning bolts of pleasure soaring through her body so fast she actually shivered. Then he was moving farther south, his tongue tracing a featherlight line down the center of her torso, dipping into her navel, and finally—blessedly—licking along the line of her juncture. If she wasn’t obsessive about shaving his tongue would have been riding along the line where hair began at her pubic area. But she was shaved clean and his gasp before running his tongue along that smooth skin was approval to her ears.
He slid his fingers between her tender folds and Ravyn wanted to scream in ecstasy from just that touch, and then, of course, the whisper of air he blew over her skin. Her knees buckled and he clasped her waist, lifting her and laying her back on the bed. From there he spread her legs wide, dipped his head and kissed her more intimately than anyone ever had before. She bent her knees, dug her toes into the mattress and gripped the back of his head because this was going to be so damn good.
His tongue was like magic, her hips moving in sync with his ministrations. Pleasure, that’s all she could think about right now. If this was the moment he chose to jump up and take that dagger, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him, not with her mind so wrapped around the way he was making her feel.
“Yes, right there. Right! There!” she yelled with abandon, lifting her hips off the bed when she thought he might actually pull his mouth away.
He didn’t and she would forever be grateful for that small favor. Instead, he slipped two fingers inside of her to work her center while his mouth tackled her clit. Yeah, he was definitely tackling it, not licking or whispering over it, but claiming and devouring like it had been put there expressly for him. Her body trembled and her eyes closed to see bright white
